Post by dewcloud on Dec 29, 2009 1:47:27 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Dewcloud.
Name Explanation: "Dew" for the morning dew that covered her pelt as she dropped into the world; "cloud" for the way she floats through life like a wandering cloud.
Gender: She-cat.
Age: 24 moons.
Clan: ShadowClan.
Rank: Medicine Cat.
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Just about average, perhaps on the shorter side.
Fur: Light tortoiseshell-and-white and close-cropped.
Eyes: Dark gold.
Markings: Curiously, her face seems split into two by a white blaze - black on one side, dark brown and grey dappled on pale ginger on the other. Also, she has a white underbelly and tail-tip.
Overall: [here]. Dewcloud is a mischievous-looking thing, with impish golden eyes that dance with jokes only known to herself. She also looks a bit like she doesn't exactly know where she is or where she's going, with a gaze that likes looking through things she doesn't care about. Her mottled form isn't exactly beautiful, but her confident swagger can trick some into thinking it is.PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
- Dewcloud sure is clever...well, for a cat that doesn't seem to be "all there".
- She has a "take life as it comes" mentality and rarely complains, something that's benefited her in the long-run.
- Dewcloud has a good sense of humor, finding something to laugh about in bad situations. She's got the habit of pulling pranks on other cats when she's in a good mood, and often uses light sarcasm as a medicine.
- She's a kind cat at heart, with a heavy compassion for the ill and unhappy.
- Sometimes, if you catch her at the right time, Dewcloud can be alarmingly insightful.
- Dewcloud is supportive in her generally calm outlook, though sometimes she doesn't give the best advice in the world.
Flaws:
- Dewcloud sometimes has issues with seeing the truth of the matter, rejecting harsh realities in favor of wistful fantasies.
- Terrible attention span. She can't keep her mind on one thing for too long without drifting to the next.
- She's unobservant, often getting lost in the forest she's spent her entire life in.
- For a medicine cat, she's not really good with others. She doesn't read atmospheres very well at all, often saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
- She relies on her instincts rather than practicality and logic, something that gets her in trouble sometimes...
- Dewcloud doesn't fair well around the sensitive, not really being comfortable.
Fears: Dying and not going to Starclan/discovering that StarClan isn't real, as she is sometimes prone to thinking her dreams are just illusions; getting to a point where she has no time to relax and abandon responsibilities - aka, whitecough season.
Quirks: Unlike most ShadowClan cats, Dewcloud despises amphibians of every form; Dewcloud sings to herself...frequently.
Ideals: Open-mindedness; peace within the forest
Overall: All of those who doubt Dewcloud's competence as a medicine cat are only about half-way wrong. She comes across as a spacey individual with no regard for her surroundings at all, one who would accidentally feed a kit nightshade or something ridiculous like that. She says things that are not considered the norm for ShadowClan - talks of peace abound when she's in one of her more philosophical moods. However, some who see her passionate love for the preservation of life and the want to make others happy, they see why she is a good cat for the job...if not perfect.
HISTORY
Family: Quailwing (mother); Gorseclaw (father); Palewing (brother); Russetlight (sister).
History: To say that Dewcloud's past is average would be the understatement of the moon. No strange events ever occurred, no unusual deaths, no abuse...not extraordinary at all. Quailwing was a young, kind-hearted-but-stern she-cat who felt her duty in life was to take care of kits whose mothers passed away or can't take care of them. Every time help was needed in the nursery, she would abandon her life as a Warrior to help. She intended to rest on the junction between queen and warrior for her entire life...until she became pregnant with her mate, Gorseclaw. Gorseclaw was the typical ShadowClan cat - smart, hot-headed, and stubborn. They truly were a match made in StarClan. Quailwing was overjoyed, even though it wasn't what she had planned on. She gave birth to three healthy kits: Two she-cats and one tom. She and Gorseclaw raised them using decent amounts of both softness and toughness.
Dewcloud decided she wanted to be a medicine cat apprentice at a very young age, whining about it incessantly until the current medicine cat, Juniperfur, gave in and made her the apprentice. She didn't think Dewcloud had the devotion or work ethic needed to be a medicine cat and wouldn't stick with the job, but she was proven wrong at the Second Battle of Fourtrees. She tended to the sick with grace and care, saving cats she thought would die and without seeming to get stressed at all. She received her medicine cat name shortly after. Juniperfur was then retired, glad to have an excuse to do so but at the same time knowing that Dewcloud would do a good job succeeding her.
RP SAMPLE
If the silver-streaked cats of StarClan were watching her now, they would probably roll their star-filled and holy eyes.
Dewcloud shifted her own eyes from left to right, trying to get a panoramic view of the entire forested area surrounding the Burnt Sycamore. The fleshy pink pads that had always been so reliable to her as a physically inactive medicine cat were screaming in protest, unused to standing among the needles of pine trees for extended periods of time. She tried the practice of shifting her weight from pad to pad, but learned what most apprentices did on their first day out in the forest for a long while - it's a futile pursuit. All that did was make them sting more, and she wasn't the most coordinated or balanced individual in the first place. She teetered ever so slightly on her unsteady legs. A logical cat might see her relatively muscled frame and wonder why she was having so much difficulty; a cat who knew Dewcloud would wonder how she was still standing.
"What's the point of there being trees in ShadowClan anyway, StarClan? There isn't much point to this. Not at all, not at all." Her voice was soft and light, floating in the cold wind that made her wish she had a thicker pelt; however, she was getting a little exasperated. "StarClan, oh StarClan. Why must you torture us mortals so?" She gave a little puff of a sigh, impatience and a hint of immaturity in her expression. She didn't understand why life had to be so fair sometimes, not letting ShadowClan and its pine trees be exempt from leaf shed since they hurt so bad. It was year-round, too. I thought political correctness only existed in the minds of mousebrains. The medicine cat's mind was beginning to drift away, jocular in her inner raving at StarClan. Then, she stepped on a pine cone.
"Foxdung!" she hissed. It wasn't exactly agony, but her untrained paws weren't thanking her. After sitting down on the most needle-free place she could, she licked her pads with a condescending tongue, none too pleased with her paws for being such weaklings. Her eyes closed in concentration, forgetting her motives for being at the Burnt Sycamore. Then, her tongue stopped dead in its tracks and her eyes snapped open. Oh, right. The catmint.
Her eyes darted about again, in a way that could be described as joyful if you weren't intuitive enough to sense her anxiety. She decided eventually that if she couldn't see any cats, they weren't there. Of course, she was aware of the fact that her senses were not the best; nevertheless, it was the best she could do. The Burnt Sycamore was the only place she was aware of where catmint freely grew. Disease was not running rampant, so she didn't see any harm in taking some for her merriment...besides, she'd take some back to camp.
Often, when you must justify your actions before you do them, that means you're not doing the right thing. Dewcloud's mother's words rang through her head as she searched for the catmint, trying to muffle them as she opened her mouth to scent the sweet, euphoria-bringing herbs. Trust your instincts; have integrity.